You were mis-trans / lated as a gaping ex / hibit, re / named as an in / decent, pre / determined
shotgun—

it was at the least an un
palatable trans
cription, not a pre
dilection, not even an ex
cavated truth; something in
fallible, a wiry gristly timbre.

I told you: You were re
iterated hauntingly un
parallel, caged and in
bred like a hound, trans
mitted for the rest of your kind to ex
pire; macabre conductor says sempre

sradicato. Disallowed to pre
en, directed to re
dress your chested wounds, ex
terminate a groin un
dead along a fabricated trans
ect of time. White man’s god flips a coin

like it’s something in
escapable but you have always pre
ached an ancient-er faith. What next trans
pires is the bleached re
ddish flesh of a flag on fire, wasps un
ified under bloody brick armory. Vortex

of not-non-violent protest ex
acerbating the presidential abscess, which is in
nately his womb. All soon left un
dancing if the merciless pre
ssure re-fuses to re-lent. After everything, who re
nders you trans?